[Daisy leans heavily against the back of a row of seats, hand briefly going to her injured shoulder but her eyes never leave his face. In the distance she can hear a loud roar just before the cart tilts back and forth, and that diverts her attention for a few seconds as she looks over Newt's bloody shoulder.

Pulling her now bloody hand away from her shoulder, Daisy's jaw goes tight as her eyes land back on him.]

Sorry to disappoint.

[Did they really think that would be the only weapon she brought on the train? Especially when she knew she'd be without her powers.]

I'm actually disappointed too. From what Newt told me, I thought you'd be way more impressive than you actually are.

[Spoken casually, as if she isn't trying to subtly reach for her other gun without them noticing.]